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On The Arrival In England Of Lord Byron's Remains Post by :spageto Category :Poems Author :Charles Lamb Date :August 2011 Read :1981

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On The Arrival In England Of Lord Byron's Remains

(1824)

Manners, they say, by climate alter not:
Who goes a drunkard will return a sot.
So lordly Juan, damn'd to lasting fame,
Went out a pickle, and came back the same.

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Charles Lamb's poem: On The Arrival In England Of Lord Byron's Remains

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